Gaze Past Open Windows

There, in the quiet room

Lies uncertainty

A confused, thoughtful response

Identifies a triggered resonant

Clarity that only speaks in brief

Methodical intervals

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We would tap these moments

Relish in their guidance

To move our lives forward

Love is allowed to flourish

When passions provide

A glance; an open window

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Run your fingertips along

The wooden frame, that real

Texture surrounds spatial

Reality. May our soul sense

True Rapture? A mood

Allows time to stand now alone

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Soft moonlight pleads my eyes

Glass mirrors sweet expression